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I Like A Man Who Likes To See A Fine Barn As Well As A Good Tragedy.

The True Scholar Grudges Every Opportunity Of Action Passed, By, As A Loss Of Power.

A Chief Event Of Life Is The Day In Which We Have Encountered A Mind That Startled Us.

Everything Intercepts Us From Ourselves.

An Orchard, Good Tillage, Good Grounds, Seem A Fixture, Like A Gold Mine, Or A River, To A Citizen; But To A Large Farmer, Not Much More Fixed Than The State Of The Crop.